Kara's mind was a whirl with possibilities, she saw ways she could further herself with a man like this. If Threem would sell him to her then she could have her own fighting slave, this was not unheard of , a woman owning a Gladiator, but it was not common.
"Why did your Master in Essryn sell you?" She asked finally.
If he was sold on because of injury or some sort of inability to fight he would now be worthless and suited to the position he now found himself in...servicing guests for Threem. After all he was very handsome, one might even venture the word beautiful with his golden hair and golden eyes making him like some exotic beast.
Goldeneyes did not want to answer that, it bought back too many memories, he remained silent. He knew he was flirting with danger not answering her though, but somehow part of him just did not care.
Kara frowned, he had been so co-operative, why so silent now. She rose and picked up her belt from the dresser and came back to him.
"You would be wise to answer slave." She said in a sharp warning.
She was met by silence again, she had to carry through her threat so she bought the belt down resounding with as much force as she could muster to the slave's tunic covered back. She heard the sharp intake of breath as the golden elf was struck, and she hit him again.
"Why were you sold?" She asked again with as much authority as she could muster to her sweet female voice.
"You do not look maimed in any way...Threem would not buy a maimed slave for his Pleasure Parties.....why?"
Goldeneyes gritted his teeth and closed his eyes...why wouldn't she leave this alone!
Kara was strong minded and not prepared to let a slave beat her in this game of wills. She hit him again and again until finally he just blurted it out.
"My lover defied him.....he sold me as punishment!"
She stood back breathing heavily, her head tilted in surprise.
"You had a lover at the Colosseum? Then....it..."She trailed off as she realised.
"Another fighter.....which one?"
Goldeneyes back stung, it was not as worse as what he got at the Colosseum but it had been some time.
"The one I was eventually paired with."
Kara thought back to the times she had been with her Father to Essryn and had seen the Golden One....he had fought with a younger Human....male....chestnut haired, full of fury and fire.
"The Pyromancer....he displeased your master and you were sold as a consequence of that displeasure....what happened to him?" She said a little more softly now.
Goldeneyes shrugged miserably, he really had enough of questions now.
"No mind." Kara purred. "I can make enquiries...what to do about you....I wonder if Threem would consent to selling you to my father?"
She came to his front and placed two fingers beneath his chin and tilted his head up to look at her.
"I am sure you would prefer the life of a fighter to that of a Pleasure slave....poking up your backside to whom ever Threem commands hmmmm." She whispered to him.
"What will it be Golden Elf.....the Sands of an Arena again.....or your body pleasuring whomever demands it!"